“Our waitlist is full, Madam,” the salt-and-pepper haired admissions administrator, John Davidson, Ph.D., said. He said it with a pearly white grin that somehow still reached his wrinkled, grey eyes behind frameless glasses.
He was talking to my mom. She was dressed in a grey business skirt, a white blouse, and black heels. Her blonde hair was in a pixie cut, and faint freckles dotted her nose and cheeks.
I saw Davidson’s eyes flash for a moment as they traced the curve of my mom’s thighs. Already crossed, I watched my mom uncross and then cross her legs uncomfortably, apparently noticing the same glances I had. Then, Davidson stood up slowly and closed the blinds to his office.
“May I ask,” he said, turning around back to us, “have you made any charitable contributions to the Stanford school foundation?” he asked my mom.
“Are you asking-are you bribing me?” my mom replied.
Davidson walked over to my mom and placed a manicured hand on her shoulder. She flinched and pulled back, but Davidson just slid his hand down to her bicep and squeezed before letting go.
“No, of course not. But if you were to make a charitable contribution … no matter how small, I could possibly state that you demonstrate a passion for education,” he peered at me, before looking back at my mom “and push your son all the way to the top of the list.” He placed both hands on her shoulders now, and I watched her squirm as his thumbs massage her neck.
My mom was breathing hard, seemingly stunned by his touch as Davidson glided his hand into her blouse and squeezed her breast over her bra. In my jeans, I felt my cock getting hard at the sight of my mom getting groped.
“H-how much?” my mom whimpered.
“Ten thousand is the usual amount,” Davidson said, pulling back from her chest and moving to lean on the edge of his desk.
My mom clutched at the edge of her blouse, pulling it closer to hide her cleavage. “We don’t have that kind of money!”
“Hmm, then I’m not sure how much I can help you.” Davidson then tapped his forefinger against his temple and smacked his lips, as if he just had a brilliant, new idea. “However, we might be able to lower the contribution given certain other favors,” he said with a grin.
My mom shook, her eyes wide in shock. Her hands trembled as she pulled back on her blouse collar and unbuttoned it. Her heavy breathing raised and lowered her now exposed cleavage. I noticed Davidson’s hardon under his trousers as he looked down at her.
“Nine thousand, five hundred,” he said.
A sob escaped from my mom’s twitching lips as she opened up her blouse to reveal a black, lace bra.
Davidson stepped forward and fondled her breasts, squeezing and lifting them in his hands. “Seven thousand, five hundred,” he said.
My mom unclasped her bra, and her bust billowed out, light-pink areolas and hard nipples exposed to the world. She looked away from both me and Davidson in shame.
Davidson pinched her nipples, and she whimpered again. “Six thousand.” He massaged and kneaded her breasts, using the tip of his forefinger to circle around her areolas.
My mom turned slowly to face up at Davidson again, her mascara already smearing from her tears.
Davidson’s hands slid down her belly into her skirt. My mom gasped and grabbed at his wrist. Davidson frowned. “Seven thousand,” he growled.
Tears, stained black from the mascara, streamed down my mom’s cheeks as she pulled away. She jumped in her chair as Davidson roughly dug his fingers into her skirt. His grin was back, but it didn’t reach his eyes anymore. “Six thousand.”
I could see his hands trace the hem of her skirt, following its curvature to feel her underwear.
“Six thousand?” Davidson said questioningly, as if pondering if that was all my mom could offer.
My mom answered with another sob while slipping off her grey skirt. Black lace that matched her bra on the floor covered her lower privates. Hints of blonde hair poked through the edges of the lace.
Davidson wasted no time sliding his hand inside. My mom gasped still and grabbed his elbow, her hands shaking. She was trying to breathe evenly and let go as suddenly as she had latched on. Davidson smiled and I watched as the imprint of his fingers played inside my mom’s panties.
Mom moaned and sobbed. She jolted and shut her tearful eyes when Davidson stuck his finger deep inside her.
“Four thousand,” Davidson said.
He continued playing with her until her legs twitched, and I knew that my mom had cum with his fingers inside her. He removed his hand, her wetness slick between his fingers. Then, he held it in front of her mouth.
My mom’s eyes widened, and fresh tears rushed from her eyes as she realized what he wanted.
“Clean my hands, and I’ll consider your contribution finalized,” Davidson said with a grin.
She hesitated, but with one tearful, ashamed look in my direction, my mom opened her mouth and let Davidson fill her mouth with the taste of her own vagina. Shivering, Davidson wiped my mother’s juices on her own tongue.
“Zero.”
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